It’s my place..
My own personal space...
my home at home..
where I’m never alone..
my cubby hole...
the spot filler of my soul
my special place where I know I’m home...
No where else..
Here.
The stress just falls off my back when I step
into these halls of mind and soul
I can feel myself slowing and agreeably
letting lose all the mental control
these little keepsakes that remind me of me
the one white door back into my sanctuary...

the smell reminds me of days gone past...
the lingering incense that always seems to last..
the smell of stale sweat and tears
and the smell I’ve know for all these years...
the slumber room that I just adore..
the room in which I never bore...
the chamber of love and private pleasure
the one true place I consider my treasure..
No one knows what lies within
No one can tell the amount of my sin
No one can speculate on what I do...
No one can ever say they knew...
My own little Shangri-La la in the burbs...
with its overflowing grass on the curbs..
the little hidden place I roam
this little Sanctuary I call home...

06/14/1998

Posted on 12/16/2003
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